Grief, food and the idea of ‘culinary therapy’
Every time I taste – or even smell – a particular style of homemade vegetable and lamb soup, I’m transported back to Saturday lunch around the Rice family dining table of my childhood. It was my favourite meal of the week. All my siblings would gather. Dad would throw out … Continue reading Grief, food and the idea of ‘culinary therapy’
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